Botw Stolen Heirloom Novels & Stories

At the center of the room, raised on an altar of obsidian and bone, lay a single object. A sword. Long, slender. Forged from black metal that shimmered with the same runes etched into her ring. The hilt was wrapped in silver wire. At its center: a red gem that pulsed like a heartbeat. Alya took a step forward. Lucien grabbed her arm. “You can’t touch it.” “Why not?” “Because it’s hers.” Alya turned slowly. “Mine?” “No,” Lucien said. “Your past self. The first blood heir. The sword was made to answer only to her.”

How can he still be good to me after what I did to him? I looked at him and my eyes went down on his neck and noticed a small and shiny object on his neck. "You're still wearing it," I whispered but just enough for him to hear it. He hummed, "It was a gift from you… the best I ever received." That made me smile. I reached for his necklace and ran my fingers on the pendant. It was a lion pendant necklace. Lion 'coz his zodiac sign is Leo. I bought it with my own savings. I did some extra work on their farm to earn some money without him being suspicious. I even sold my paintings to my teachers.

He mutters and then turns to run back as the little boy calms down to him ,he pauses turning to him . "This belong to your dad ,the Golden planter with The Madonna pack symbol,this is the other half and I don't know where the other half to make it a whole is , but he ask me to give it to you, perhaps To retrain your steps and Claim the throne"He mutters , handing it over to him as he ran off

’ The Emperor smiled and said, “James, let me introduce you. This is Bobby from the Cadens of the Ancient Four. His grandfather is your granduncle. Strictly speaking, he’s your cousin.” Bobby said coldly, “Thirty years ago, Thomas Caden stole our family treasure and was long expelled from the Cadens. He was a traitor to our family and deserved to die. Since you’re his descendent, you should die too!” “Since you have the treasure chest that was unearthed from the ancient tomb of the Prince of Orchid Mountain, hand it over to me, and I’ll let you die with your whole body intact.” Bobby was arrogant. He did not take James seriously at all.

Manuscripts whispered in dead tongues, their pages turning though no wind blew. I moved through Lumira's true inheritance. The decoy collection in the east wing had fooled thieves for generations. This - this was the bloodline's beating heart. At the end the hall stood ten pedestals. Ten heirlooms. Each pulsed with restrained hunger, waiting for worthy hands. The moonstone had been first to be taken. It hung at my throat now, binding spirit to flesh, Duskbane to Duskbane. The Winter Wand came second. Winter-white wood. Veins of aurora beneath the bark. Carved from the World Tree's winter branch, or so the novel claimed. It didn't bend. It didn't yield to no one.

Meaning there’s value attached to it, interesting. “I’ve had it since I was a child.” “An orphan child?” She gulped a hard “Yes.” “And you have no wolf?” Her eyes flickered away, shame flickering like a candle in the dark until she responded in defeat “No. I never shifted.” A wolf-less girl, the lowest of the low. And yet by some means I'm yet to uncover, she got the Moon Stone: the most sacred artifact of our kind to respond to her. The contradiction gnawed at me with intent.

"She said… she said the ritual starts at midnight. That they'd crown the Heir of Ash." Cassian's motion halts. "I know that name," he whispers. "It was carved in my cell. Repeatedly." "The Heir is your kid," Pandora informs him. "Born of stolen DNA and alchemy. Ophelia wants a weapon, Raine. One that bears both your bloodlines and none of your will." I turn to Malik. "Where would she take the child?" He hesitates. "Only one place has that kind of security and secrecy."

I didn't stand up. "You won," he said. "The car is yours now." "It was always mine," I said. A light chuckle escaped him. "Do you know what I hate most about you?" "What?" "You did nothing," he said. "But Grandfather gave you the car. You didn't fight for it. In fact, you didn't even want it at all. And still, he gave it to you. "I begged him for it. Back when I was 12, I begged him to let me ride in the Crown just once. But he said no. He told me that the car wasn't a toy.

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

"You will go to the palace, disguised as my Granddaughter. You will go there pretending to be part of the fair maidens partaking in Queenstrial. But, in reality, you will be searching for something else." "Something a bit unusual." "What will I be looking for?" "A gem. It's a rare gem. My sources say it resides in the heart of the Castle. Some even tell me that it's in the hands of the Crown Prince. I need that gem." "Why me?I'm far from a lady! I think you've gotten the wrong person for the job." The Old man chuckled. "Oh no! I think I got the very best person for it. You see, I was led to you! I was led to pick you. That is why I know that you're perfect for this. This has always been your